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« on: September 14, 2005, 02:53:22 AM »

Thyrrinths-Fortress, or the Counts Castle as it was called in antiquity and is just now called: "The Palace" sits upon a hill overlooking the great city of Voldar.

When a visiting Monarch or Dignitary comes to call they are first greeted after they pass the palace gates by beautiful, well manicured gardens upon which stand two graceful statues of girls. The most famous one is the statue of Katya the Dragonslayer.  The other one is of a young girl who literally snatched a young boy out of the "Jaws of Death" by saving him from being eaten by a troll.

Once the visitor is awed by the gardens and statues he or she is then escorted to a set of double doors upon which they are greeted by the Court Functionaries, which there never seem to be enough of.  These men, serve the King, the Nobles and their ladies with all sorts of jobs; The common's call them; "Fops"  As they are always fawning over someone or themselves.  They are gaily dressed in various colored hose and tunics, wearing pompadour hair, and walking like; as the common women say, "Someone stuck a stick up their bums"

Once the visitor is sickened by these fops, they are escorted down a long hall way; door adorn each side, which are the offices and dormitories of the fops. Upon each side of the wall over the doors hang huge portraits of past and the present Monarch and their families.  

Once the visitors reach the end of the hallway they are greeted by two guards on either side of two large, heavily polished Eur'Oak doors. The guards are dressed in the colors of Voldar; they wear light blue hose with a green tunic over that. They also carry a rapier, but that is for show only.  The guards open the door and the visitor(s) is ushered into the Great Hall.

The Great Hall is immense in size it is round and the radius of it is a dash long, Long vertical stained glass windows surround the dome of the hall.  Several large Candleabra's hang from the ceiling and every ped or so there are iron braziers with small candleabras give all the light that the great hall needs. Several balconies rise above the main floor upon which in the musicians box fills the one right above the main floor, on the left as the visitor faces the dias that holds the Throne upon which the King sits. Above the throne hangs the Coat of Arms of Voldar; A huge black eagle upon a light blue diagonal green background. The eagle is surrounded by Injera, Caelereth's sun.  

On either side of the King are chairs, smaller is size, not height, upon which the Queen sits and any other person(s) the King deems worthy enough for them to sit with him.  It should be noted that the current King, King Cedric IV is without a queen.  (Rumors of the commons tell that no woman would want a man that huge or "'gly".)

The annual Kings Ball is held in the Great Hall.  Though most of the Fops and Nobles would like to eliminate this annual event and they have petitioned the King many times about it.  He finds it "refreshing to see his "subjects" from time to time and to put a smile upon their otherwise dreary lives."  The commons come to see and laugh over the fops fawning over some Noble, Lady or themselves, to hear the Court gossip and to have free food and drink for the evening; mostly for the free food and drink.

Behind the Throne are another set of doors that lead to the Kings chambers as well as some more guards, these are the real things; heavily armoured and well trained.  Within those chambers are doors, one which leads down to a secret chamber in the dungeon.  It is in the Kings bedroom and is always locked and He is the only one with a key.

There is also another door that leads into the Great Hall.  This door guarded, leads down into the dungeon as well.  It allows the Kings cousin the Warden of the dungeon; Trelor the less, to come and visit or if he sends someone up to tell the King of anyone the King may be interested in seeing or hearing about.   <p>Capher.</p>
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« Reply #1 on: September 15, 2005, 01:30:22 AM »

Rhuel

Rhuel climbed the steps to the palace slowly as he thought of his plan.  He needed the King's protection from Damien first of all and that could only be gotten by telling the King some well thought out lies; just showing the King Damien's ring would not be enough.  He needed to tie Damien with the Orc and the old man and with something else...the Rebellion?

Rhuel had heard of the Rebellion. Anyone in Voldar with ears had heard of certain rumors concerning this so called movement.  But, most, like himself, just phooed phooed it away, as some rhetoric by some townsfolk who were displeased with the way the King treated his subjects and thought the rumors would soon die; but the did not and even increased, especially among the more...underground element of society.

Rhuel had friends among the more seedy side of the city.  A very adventureous and yet informative young lady whom Rhuel had the pleasure of knowing; in the bedroom and out of it as well.  She was the one who first told him about the Rebellon and then just a few weeks ago told him she heard their had been an assissination attempt upon the King.  It failed, but the King was very nervous and was sending his spies out to find anything.  Rhuel had listened thoughtfully to the young lady's words as she lay in his arms sleeping blissfully after a rousing round of intimate relations; thinking that probably it was Malgion and his gang that could be behind the Rebellion.

Malgion was the head of the so called "Crime District" of the city. It was rumored that he once was a Noble's son and had disgraced himself and was banished from his home.  He took up residence in the city and soon he began to organize most, if not all, of the theives and whores in the city, eventually he supposedly controlled all of the underground of the city.  

The part of the city civilized people did not talk about, but knew.  For the whores still roamed the streets or had brothels within the city and there were many reports of people having their throats cut and purses taken as well as many other crimes.  It was about the only things that kept the guards of Voldar busy; trying to find the culprit and taking down reports.  

Once in awhile, they would catch a thief and give him his due punishment; for thievery you had your hands cut off.  If you murdered before you stole, well then it was a life for a life. About the only enterprise that the King, the people and even the Nobles did not complain about were the whores.  Rhuel smiled ruefully, I guess there have been whores since the beginning of time, and there always will be and probably since the King and the rest of the people know that, as well as indulge themselves now and then to their talents, they leave them alone.

Rhuel reached the top of the stairs and opened the door.  Immediately he was confronted by a guard, another one was also standing there a few peds away.  "Who goes there?" The first guard asked.

"I am Rhuel Niles. I wish to speak with the King."

The guard looked at Rhuel's face, his uniform and noticed the sergeant's stripes.  He stepped back and allowed Rhuel to enter the great hall. The other guard joined them, curious as to what this was all about.  He hoped it was interesting, as it would break the monotony of this place.  When he heard the request by what seemed to be the Sergeant of the city guards, he became quite curious.  He heard his partner say,  "I need to get Lycheus, he is the Royal attendant."

"Go on Miles, I will watch the sergeant until you come back."

Miles hesitated for a moment and then began walking toward the great halls door opened them and then closed them behind him as he went and fetched Lycheus.  In the meantime the other guard asked, "What is going on?  Why are you here?"

Rhuel looked at the stocky guard; small, beady looking brown eyes stared back at him under very bushy eyebrows.  The man's attire of blue hose and green tunic along with his rapier at his side almost made Rhuel laugh.  But he knew that was what the palace guards were supposed to wear.  "I cannot speak to anyone, but the King." Rhuel replied.

Soon the doors opened and the guard came back with a man, and Rhuel thought of that term loosely, came walking toward them. The Royal attendant was a thin pasty faced man, with a thin black beard.  He was wearing maroon hose, over which was belted at his waist, a tunic of a light gray and soft maroon colored leather shoes with a point to them.  These shoes were the rage now among the Court and especially among the Fops. He walked with small little steps and his arms flapped, like they were wings and his light brown hair was curled and coiffed, looking like a wave stuck in mid roll. They came to a stop a ped away and the guard said, "Sir Lycheus, this is the guard who wishes to speak with the King."

The man smiled after taking a look at Rhuel, he extended his small, well manicured hand. " I am Lycheus. The Royal Attendant. The KIng does not wish to be disturbed. Can I be of any service?" He asked with a thin reedy voice, as if he spoke through his nose instead of his mouth.

Rhuel almosr recoiled, like from a snake, when the man extended his hand, but he quickly shook the clammy hand and dropped it.  "No, I am afraid not, Lycheus.  What I have to say is for the Kings ears only."

Lycheus did not care for the way the sergeant shook his hand nor for the tone in his voice. His blue eyes flashed as he replied with a haughty tone. "Then I am afraid you have come here for nothing.  I have already told you the King does not wish to be disturbed. So therefore you tell me what is so urgent to the sergeant of the city guards or else you may leave the way you came. And it is Sir Lycheus. I hold the rank of knight."

Rhuel almost choked. you hold the rank of a knight? He stood there staring at the man for what seemed liked an eternity, finally, "I will tell you, but no one else." he said.

Lycheus smiled. "Fine, if you will follow me to my office we can discuss this in a more civilized manner."  Lycheus made a small bow and then turned and began to walk toward the doors.  Rhuel gritted his teeth, looked at the back of the man, thinking; they do walk like they have a stick up their bum, as he stiffly followed the fop.

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« Reply #2 on: September 16, 2005, 12:52:22 AM »

The two guards watching the dungeon door were talking quietly amongst themselves asking themselves what the Sergeant of the Guards would want with the King and even why he was in the dungeon in the first place. When the door suddenly burst open and in strode Commander Scar.

Both men knew the Commander and immediately came to attention.  Damien looked at them and asked, "Did Rhuel come up here?"

"Yes Commander." One of the guards answered.

"Where did he go?" Damien asked.

"He went that way.  He requested an audience with the King.  But no one sees the King unless Lycheus, the Royal attendant allows him to.  They both went to Lycheus office."

Damien did some quick thinking.  That means that Rhuel has not had time to speak to the King.  I may have time yet to stop this.

"You said they went that way?  Out of the hall?  Where is Lycheus's office located?"

"Yes Commander, out in the hallway.  Lycheus's office is the first door to the left as soon as you open the doors."

Damien nodded, "Thank you neighbors, carry on"  And then he strode very quickly across the hall.

"What do you make of that?  First the Sergeant and now the Commander, and the Commander is in his official garb."

"Who knows?" Shrugged the other guard.  It will make for some good gossip in our quarters once we get relieved, though."

"I suppose, but still it is mighty peculiar."
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{b]Inside Lycheus's office[/b]

Lycheus opened his door to his office and his sleeping chambers which were just behind his office seperated by another door. His office was not overly large but it had one large candleabra hangind down from the ceiling and smaller ones, each connected to either wall on each side, giving enough light to be able to see clearly.  His floor was covered with a light blue carpet and he had pictures of himself and others hanging about the room.

He walked in, walked behind his desk and primly sat down watching the Sergeant walk in behind him. "Please take a seat Sergeant and then we can talk about why you need to speak with his Majesty.  Would you care for a cup of tea?"

Rhuel looked around, his eyes darted here and there, he felt like a caged animal.  He just wanted to get out of here and talk to the King.  He wondered if the Warden had to go through the same thing?  Finally Rhuel spoke, 'No thank you Lych..Sir Lycheus," Rhuel said remembering the man's rank, "I prefer to stand and no tea.  I really must see the King. It is of the most utmost importance."

"Really?  Well I am going to have a cup of tea.  I always find that it helps me calm my nerves.  Are you sure you do not want a cup?  It may calm yours?"

Rhuel stared at the man.  "I am sure.  Now can we get on with this?  I need to speak with the King."

Lycheus seemed to ignore Rhuel as he got up, poured himself a cup of tea and then sat back down again.  He slowly stirred his tea, sniffed the aroma, and sipped some of it.  "What is this all about?"

"I told you.  It is for the King's ears only."

"And, Sergeant, I told you the King does not want to be disturbed.  So unless you tell me what is so urgent that I would have to disturb him.  Then..."

Rhuel was pacing the floor, he stopped and stared at Lycheus again.  Lycheus, knowing his authority, just stared back at the angry man, sipping his tea. "Oh all right then," said Rhuel pulling the Commander's ring out of his pocket and handed it to Lycheus. "An Orc, ran rampant through the city this morning, I believe he killed one person and injured many others.  Also there was an old man with him that said he was a friend of the Orcs.  The Orc had this ring upon his finger.  If you look closely at its insignia you will notice that it has the Coat of Arms of Commander Damien Scar upon it."

lycheus took the ring and stared at the insignia weighing the heavy ring in his hand half listening to Rhuel's story. Commander Scar's signet ring? Lycheus knew that the King  did not like the Commander and he thought that the Commander did not have any good feelings about the King as well.  This could be the one thing that the King could use to strip the Commander of his rank and title and get rid of him forever.  He looked up at the Sergeant, Could this Sergeant be thinking the same thing?  But, there could be reasonable explanations for this Orc to have the Commander's ring.  "Wait Sergeant.  Did you say an Orc?"

"Yes, an Orc!"

"What is an Orc doing in Voldar?"

"I do not know Sir. All I do know is that the Orc was accused of killing one person and hurting many others during a rampage.  When I arrested him along with another guard.  An old man tried to rescue him and we arrested the old man as well.  A townsman tying up the Orc, upon my orders, discovered the Commander's ring upon the Orcs finger.  When I questioned the Orc..."

"You speak the Orcish language?" Lycheus asked in amazement.

"No Sir, I do not.  The Orc however does speak and understand ours though."

"He does?" Lycheus asked more amazed.  "How did he..."

"I do not know Sir.  If you will allow me to continue."

Lycheus felt slighted, but nodded his head for the sergeant to continue.

"As I was saying, when I questioned the Orc how he got the Commander's ring, since I and everyone there surmised the Orc had somehow stolen it, the Orc surprised me and everyone else there, by telling us that the Commander gave it to him."

"The Commander gave it to him." Lycheus smiled thinly. This is becoming better and better.

"Did he say why the Commander gave it to him?" Lycheus asked playing with the ring.

"From what I could gather, the Orc speaks not too clearly, Commander Scar gave it to him for protection."

"Protection? Protection from what. Or whom?"

Rheul shrugged his shoulders and then almost jumped out of his skin when the door banged open and Commander Scar barged in.  "Protection from idiots and liars such as yourself, Rhuel."  Damien answered.

Rhuel backed up against the far wall he tried not to look at the fury emanating from Damien's eyes as he stared at him.

Lycheus has almost fallen backwards, giving a high yelp of pain when his tea spilled upon his clothes, when his door suddenly burst open and the person whom he and sergeant were talking about strode into the room, in full regalia.  At first Lycheus sat there stunned then he stood up in rage.

"How dare you come in here like this!" He screamed shrilly.

Damien stared at him with his dark eyes. "Oh do sit down Lycheus. I will tell you why I came in here. I came in here to stop a tragic travesty and to arrest an imposter."

"Imposter?  Who?" Lycheus asked, sitting down trying to calm his nerves.

"Him," Damien said pointing his finger at Rhuel.

Lycheus looked at the sergeant cowering against the wall, almost knocking over one of his favorite portraits of himself.  "The sergeant is an imposter?  You must explain yourself."

Suddenly Lycheus's back door opened and in walked the King. "Yes, Commander. Explain yourself."

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« Reply #3 on: September 17, 2005, 12:46:22 AM »

Lycheus's heart jumped into his throat once again, first it had done it when Commander Scar busted in his office and now the King walks in!  He fell at his feet and squeaked out, "Your Majesty."

KIng Cedric the Fourth almost as wide as he was tall with short curly dirty blond hair and a blond goatee looked at Lycheus with small chocolate brown eyes under pencil thin eyebrows with slight disgust. "Raise yourself, Lycheus."

Lycheus nervously got up off the floor, sat back down upon his chair, fideting.

The King then looked again at Damien.  "Well Commander, explain yourself."

Damien bowed low, straightened up and paused a moment gathering his thoughts, He had hoped that he could have stopped this before the King even knew about it.  But now it seemed Damien's plans would go out the window...unless he just told the truth and hoped that his word would be good enough.  "Your Majesty, I was about to explain to Sir Lycheus that this man is an imposter and a liar."

Rhuel tried to strangle out "Your Majesty."

King Cedric pointed a meaty ring encrusted finger at Rhuel. "You will get your chance to speak. I wish to hear the Commander first."

"This man, Rhuel Gareth is wearing a Sergeants of the Guard uniform under false pretense.  He was stripped from his postition early this morning when he tried to take advantage of a young noble lady who had tried to enter the city.  I have the proof with me, Sire."

Rhuel cringed a bit more against the wall.  His eyes glaring at Damien.  The King noticing everything said, "Let us see the proof then that you carry, Commader."

Damien produced the papers that Norman gave him and laid them upon the table. "As you can see Sire, my Captain, Captain Norman Graaves, was the one who stripped him of his position and had ordered him to the barracks.  The Captain assured me that he ordered Rhuel to take his uniform off and to be confined to the barracks unitl he could talk to him.  Unfortunately, this morning was unusually busy and the Captain had not had time to take care to finish the buisness at hand. So therefore he did not have the authority to do what he did?"

The King looked at Rhuel, "Is this true?" He asked.

Rhuel stood up straight, "Yes Sire, but I had what I believed to be a good reason to put on the uniform once again.  The reason I was telling your Royal Attendant when the Commander burst into Sir Lycheus's office without asking permission."

"And what was this reason?" Asked the King curiously.

Rheul thinly smiled, He had the Damien now. "I had taken off my uniform and had left the barracks and was just walking around the city, feeling low because of how I disgraced myself. When I heard a guard arresting someone.  I rushed over and when I saw what was happening I figured it was my duty as a citizen of Voldar and a former sergeant to put on the uniform once again and take control of the situation."

"I feared there was going to be a riot and many people would have gotten hurt.  You see Sire, the people and this guard had chased down an Orc and was accusing him of killing one person and hurting many others as this Orc went on a rampage throughout the city."

"Go on." Said the King becoming more curious as he listened to this man's extrodinary story and wondering, why the Commander would be so incensed as to why a man, who he thought did his duty, though he should have not done it under the guise of being a sergeant, nevertheless if he saved people by arresting this Orc who had rampaged through his city and had killed one person and hurt many others.  This man should be commended, not called an imposter and liar.  What is bothering the Commander? And how or why is an Orc in my city in the first place?

Rhuel became more bold in his speech, "Well Sire, as we, the townsfolk and the guard, I do not know his name, Sire.  We discovered that the Orc had the Commander's signet ring upon one of his fingers.  Immediately, I thought the Orc had somehow stolen it. But this Orc, Sire tells us that that Damien, sorry the Commander gave it to him.  Well Sire you can imagine my shock. Not only does this Orc speak our language but he tells me that the Commander gives him his signet ring"  

"Anyway, we arrested this Orc and an old man who tried to rescue this Orc, claiming he was the Orc's friend. After securing the prisoners in the Royal dungeon.  I then proceeded to take this matter up with your Royal attendant when the Commander busts in and...well you know the rest Sire."  Rhuel looked at Damien triumphantly.

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« Reply #4 on: September 18, 2005, 04:42:22 AM »

"Here is the ring your Majesty." Lycheus said, handing it to the King and giving Damien a nasty look.  The King took the ring and looked at it.  He then looked up at Damien.  "Well Commander, though I do not approve of anyone impostering themselves, it would seem this man had a very good reason to do what he did.  I believe he should be commended, not condemend, as you seem to want him to be.  And there is the question of your ring."

Damien took in a deep breath, without looking at either Rhuel or Lycheus.  "Your Majesty, though it may seem on the outset that what has been told and conspired be true.  We do not know all of the facts.  Rhuel, may have averted a riot, I am not sure.  I need to speak to the people.  In any case he disobeyed orders by leaving the barracks in the first place."  

"His crime was grievious. He should have been placed under arrest immediately, but knowing Captain Graaves he probably wanted to give Rhuel here a chance to explain himself.  If you look at his crime, he was charged with attempted rape of a Noble lady!"

"That fact and that fact alone should be enough to question his character, so therefore anything he may have done or said, should be suspect until we find out the truth for ourselves.  Does not decorum warrant that? To question these facts would be to question the character of the Captain and the Noble lady in question.

The King glanced at the papers upon the table.  He looked up and nodded his head in agreement. "You are absolutely correct Commander.  I shall require Lycheus to look into this matter immediately. In the meantime this man will be placed into yours' and your Captain's capable hands.  Since he is one of the City's guards or was one of them.  That is your jurisdiction."

Rhuel grew wide-eyed at the thought of being placed into Damien's hands. "But...but what about the ring?" He sputtered.

The King raised Damien's ring between his forefinger and thumb upon his right hand.  "That still has not been answered Commander.  Why was this Orc wearing your ring?" The King asked.

Damien breathed a slow sigh of relief, He managed to at least get Rhuel out of the way, at least for awhile.  He hoped Grunok did not really kill someone. That would put his neck upon the chopping block for sure.  "Sire, I met Grunok, that is the Orc's name, this morning at Arth's spot.  He can apeak and understand our language, albiet though, he has his problems."

"t was then that I thought that since the people of Voldar, though as cosmopolitan a city as we think we are, some, still hold many prejudices.  It was my thinking that if I gave Grunok my ring that if anyone started any trouble with him, that if he showed my ring to them and told them that he was under my personal protection, that the trouble would be averted."

I truly believe and still do that Grunok is a friendly soul and would not hurt anyone, unless provoked.  I do not know what happened in the city.  But I do know what happened at Arth's.  I was talking with Thai the new owner of Arth's when Grunok noticed an elf with wings.  He was curious and tried to touch the wings.  Well I thought to avert trouble I yelled for Grunok to stop.  But for some reason he took it as a challenge, Norkin, the old armourer also got involved in it somehow as well.  Anyway, Grunok charged, I jumped in the way, got knocked down upon the floor and Grunok ran out of Arth's.  After that I do not know what happened."

Lycheus spoke up. "Sire, if we conclude that this Grunok did kill someone.  Then the Commander has just hung himself as well."

"What?" The King asked. "What are you talking about Lycheus?"

"Did your Majesty forget you passed that law when you first became King."

"What law?" The King asked puzzled and Damien was thinking the same thing. what


"Your Majesty it is called the 'Noble Law'.  It states; 'ny Noble who gives protection to any other is liable for that other's actions or deeds, including repayment of any damages and in the case of murder, that not only will the murderer himself be put to death, but the Noble shall also.'  It was passed after the first attempt upon your Majesties life and after finding the assassin, found out he was paid by Count Mither."

The King's eyes narrowed. "I forgot all about that law Lycheus," Trying not to smile he looked at Damien.  "Sadly, Commander I must concur with my Royal attendant.  So, until this matter has been fully investigated I am afraid I will temporarily of course, strip you of your command and title.  I will not put you in jail...yet,  But I rely upon your word as a gentleman that you will not leave the city.  So therefore I must ask you to hand over your badge of office.  

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« Reply #5 on: September 19, 2005, 03:45:22 AM »

Damien kept on clenching and unclenching his fists as he listened to the King.  He could feel Rheul's eyes upon him, but did not look his way.  He, however could see Lycheus's eyes and expression and he looked quite pleased with himself.  If Lycheus could have read Damien's thoughts, he would not be smiling, but would be cowering in fear and his lips would be trembling.  After the King ordered Damien to give him his badge of office.  Damien looked straight at the Kings' eyes, until the King looked away.

"I think that this "law" which, to my memory has never been enforced since that time with the Count, is unjustified..."

"But..." Lycheus started to say but was interrupted by Damien's voice.

"However, since it is still a law and your Majesty requires this of me.  I hand over my badge of office."  Damien reached up and slowly slipped the heavy gold chain with the Medalion that had the Coat of Arms engraved into the heavy golden Medalion over his neck and placed it into the Kings hands. Then he drew the heavy broadsword with the Ruby set in its pommel and placed that upon Lycyeus's desk.  The badge of office of the Commander of the City's Guards were no longer his.  He straightned his back, though inside he felt as if he were naked. "I know I shall be vindicated and those who have perpetrated these lies shall answer to my axe.  Can I have my ring back, Sire?"

The King started to hand Damien his ring when Lycheus spoke again. "Your Majesty, I do not think that a wise thing.  The Comm..Damien's ring is evidence against him."

"That is Lord Scar to you, Sir" Damien retorted to Lycheus. "Or have you forgotten your manners in your exhuberance to have my head!"  Damien did not mean to lose his temper, but he had kept in as long as he could. "Unless your Majesty is also taking my Nobility away as well.  In which case I would then invoke Seyella's Law, and cast my gauntlet at whoever I please and let the Goddess of Destiny choose who is right or wrong."

lycheus cringed and if he could would have melted into the wood of the chair, Rhuel lost all expression of triumph upon his face and even felt a bit sick to his stomach and even the King, took a step back. "No Baron Scar, that will not be necessary.  Here is your ring back.  But, I do not need..."

"No Sire, you do not need to remind me to stay with in the city, Damien replied putting his ring upon his finger, vowing to himself never to take it off again, "I will not even go to my estate outside of the city until this is cleared up.  I am assuming there will be a trial of my peers?"

Lycheus peeped up, "No,. Lord Scar.  This law is tried by the King and the King only.  The other Nobles are allowed to sit in on the proceedings. But unless they have some relevant testimony all they can do is sit and listen.  The KIng after hearing all of the testimony of those involved then makes the final judgment."

"I see. Thank you Sir Lycheus for the information. And what about this man? Damien asked nodding his head at Rhuel.

"Well since you are no longer the Commander and technically not a soldier anymore.  He is free." Lycheus replied.

"And I suppose you are going to tell that to the young ladies father, Sir Lychues?"

"Well...well it is the law.  Who was this young lady anyway?"

"Look upon the paper.  And I was not the one who charged him, it was Captain Graaves, and since he has not been charged unfairly and stripped of his command, I assume he would be the one to say whether or not Rhuel is a free man, would he not?"

Lycheus shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, Lord Scar.  You have interpreted the law correctly.  Rhuel will be arrested and put into the dungeon until his case has been investigated as well."

Rhuel looked liked a scared deer.  His eyes darted first to Damien who was blocking the door outside and the King was blocking the only other way of escape.  He shouted at Lycheus.  "But ...But you said that...you implied.."

"I may have said somethings in haste and whatever I may have implied Rhuel was of your own imagination.  I did not know your character. I thought I was dealing with a man of good character and therefore gave you the same courtesies I would give anyone of good character.  I, we have found out different, at least you have been so charged, by an highly decorated and impeccable officer of the City Guards.  Until this matter has been concluded you are under arrest for attempted rape of a Noble lady.  Guards!" Lycheus shouted.

Immediately two heavily armed guards brushed past Damien. "Yes Sir."  And then they noticed the King and bowed very low. "Sorry your Majesty.  What is thy bidding?"  they both said in unison.  "This man has been duly charged and arrested for attempted rape of a Noble lady.  Take him to the dungeon guards and throw him into a cell."

The guards thought Rhuel would go with them quietly and they advanced upon him, but Rhuel turned into a crazed animal and pulled a dirk from his belt.  "I would rather die than go into that place! Take one more step and I throw this and kill the KIng.

Damien, half hidden behind the guards drew two small razor sharp throwing knives from inside his belt. Then as quick as a snake threw them right between the guards, one knife actually knicked the ear of one of the guards, but he did not know it until later when he felt blood run down his neck.  Both knives found their mark, each blade no longer than a joint of a man's finger apart, knifing deeply into Rhuel's throwing shoulder.  He yelped and his dirk fell to the floor.  The guards were upon him fast and they soon shackled him and began to lead him off to the dungeon, but not before Damien stopped them, took back his knives, and staring into Rhuel's eyes, slowly wiped the blood off upon Rhuel's tunic. Rhuel spit at him.  

Damien slowly wiped the spittle of of him and then with two quick blows sent Rhuel of into the land of darkness; onc blow was right below Rhuel's breastbone, which knocked the wind out of him, then when Rhuel's face was bent low, Damien leaned back and the gave the man an uppercut that sent Rhuels head crashing up against the guards chest, almost tearing Rhuels head off in the process.  Rhuel's eyes turned up and white and then his head dropped down like a felled tree.. "I do not think he will not be any trouble for you now neighbors."  

Damien bowed low to the King, whose jaw had dropped and had become like a statue frozen with fear when Rhuel threatned his life.  Lycheus looked liked one of those alabaster statues outside in the garden courtyard, with one exception, he was not quite as beautiful, especially with his mouth hung open. like a dead fish fighting for its last breath. "With your permission Sire, I take my leave."

The King just nodded, Damien turned and then turned back, "Oh, and you do not need to thank me for saving your Majesties life.  That is what the Commander, I forgot I am no longer the Commander, then lets just say put it on my account when you try me." He then turned upon his heel and left.

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« Reply #6 on: December 29, 2005, 01:36:22 AM »

Inside the castle pandemonium reigned.  Lycheus was surrounded by guards as he continuously vomited upon the Kings floor.  The scene of blood and mayhem was more than he could stand.  Finally he walked out after ordering the guards to search for the killers.  He stumbled to his room, lay down upon his bed and ordered some wine.

Shortly the wine was delivered and Lycheus drank heavily finally he passed out.

In the meantime the Royal Guards followed the bloody trail down into Trelor's chamber of horrors and found the King's cousin, more or less, being gnawed upon by thousands of rats.  That was enough to send them back up to the Kings room and rush to build a structure to hold off the swarm of rats that were beginning to follow the blood after they had finished their "master" off.

The guards called for the Royal builder and stood guard until he could come and make a stone wall to seal off the entrance to the chamber and make sure the rats could not get into the palace.

The Royal stonecutter, under the watchful eyes of the Guards quickly had his servants run to the small overflow of bricks in the back garden, gather them and then he placed them and molded a new wall.  The Guards sighed a sigh of relief and sent the stonecutter away and the captain went to go look for Lycheus.  When he was told that Lycheus was not to be disturbed, he sent the message out to the town criers to tell of the tragic news.  Secretly he was glad Cedric the Fourth was dead, but he did not know how or who killed him or his cousin.  He would have to investigate the matter, but it could wait until daytime.  In the meantime he will have some food and wine himself, he thought smiling as he headed for his quarters.  

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« Reply #7 on: February 11, 2006, 01:31:23 AM »

Tillath told most of his men to go back to the dungeon as he and the two crossbow men as well as a contingent of the palace guards would take the prisoner from here.  Tillath's men, saluted him and then as soon as they were out of sight made a mad dash for the dungeon and its realitive warmth.

Tillath led Kain through the manicured garden, past the two alabaster statues of two of the most famous women in Voldar's history.  He was never bored when walking through the gardens or looking at the statues.  He began talking mostly to himself, but he wanted Kain to understand a bit about Voldar as well.  "The statue you see on your right Kain, is the statue of Katya, the dragon slayer.  She was no more than just a girl when she slayed the last of the Adamant dragons, later she became our first queen.  On your left is a statue of a young woman who litteraly snatched a child out of the jaws of huge troll.  The gardens that we pass through and the statues are to remind those that visit the King of our long and lustrious history."

Suddenly Tillath thought, This man probably does not care and I sound like one of those fops that bore most to tears with their carrying on of Voldar, its heroines, and history.

Soon they were at the Palace door.  A functionary met them as they were passed through by more guards.  The functionary had to look at Tillath's papers too.  This one still walked liked he had "a stick up his bum" as he recalled how the townspeople talked about them.  But at least King Voltigar made them wear decent clothes and have decent hair cuts.  Instead of the garish colors they used to wear.  This one wore a simple purple tunic, with a white color over some grey hose, but Tillath saw they still insisted upon wearing those pointed shoes.  He just shook his head as the functionary went about his buisness.  

"Warden Tilltath it seems that your papers are in order.  But, please do something with yourselves. You all smell like...well like wet goats or sheep." He said in a voice that sounded like he had pinched his nose before he spoke.

"What is your name?" Tillath asked brusquely.

"Why, why it is Rudolph. Why do you ask?" Rudolph asked, stepping back a bit.

"Well, Rudy. How long would you like to keep your head."

Rudolph took a hard swallow then tried to show some bravado. "It is Rudolph, not Rudy, and I plan on keeping my head for a long while."

Tillath smiled and then faster than what you would think an old man could move he drew his short sword and had it against Rudolph's neck. "How long?" Tilltath asked.

Rudolph squealed like a stuck pig and pointed his finger toward the throne room. "Please Warden Tillath, go right on in."  Tillath sheathed his sword, "See Rudy, that was not too hard was it?"

Rudolph's face, whiter than the statues outside, just nodded no.

Tillath then led the way to the throne room.

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« Reply #8 on: February 14, 2006, 12:29:23 PM »

Kain notes the Warden's jumpy behavior, and almost smiles. He was an entertaining chap. The other gaurds seem fearful and quiet. As the rain continues to fall, the elf wonders what this meeting could be about. It was not often that kings brought before themselves such deadly beings as mages. His mind allowed the outside world to slide by, responding when prompted to, and leaving it alone when this could be done. He collects himself from his meadering thoughts as the gaurds change over, and they enter a pristine garden.

Kain keeps to himself as they walk through these gardens. As Tilath talks of the killing of adamant dragons, the ancient elf feels a deep sorrow. Humans cannot appreciate the artifacts of our world, he lamented inwardly. He was sure to give the statue an angry glare as they passed by its glistening maginifice. The warden rambles on, and Kain summarily ignores him, instead concentrating on the portal into the main palace.

The gaurd at the gate is blatantly arrogant, and recieves a glaring threat, followed by a bladed remark. Kain's respect for the human goes up annother notch as they enter to palace.

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« Reply #9 on: February 15, 2006, 03:10:23 AM »

King Voltigar was inspecting the Throne and decided that the chair was too large for his smaller, yet compact frame and was telling the royal carpenters what he wanted done with it as well as changing the cushions and colors.  His predecessor was a bit more heavier and taller than he and besides he was a pig when he ate and there were food stains all over.

Voltigar was slightly a bit taller than a ped and and a half. He had almost silver-blond hair that fell straight, except for a small curl at the ends as they rested upon his shoulders.  Though small in stature he more than made up for an almost hypnotic, enigmatic personality.  He was very quick witted, had a wry humor and he was considered a very handsome man by many a woman who had tried to get him down the aisle.

He heard a door open on the left side of the throne room and turned his head; his grey-blue eyes spied his best friend enter the throne room; Damien Scar.  Damien was wearing all black as usual; black soft leather pants, a black silk shirt, over which he wore a black cape that hung almost down to his calves that was trimmed with gold.  He wore a large leather belt with a silver belt buckle. It was the only colors the man wore.  

Damien was a tall man standing at around two peds or taller.  His long jet black wavy hair hung around his shoulders, one lock hung in front of his face, as if it was trying to hide the scar that covered the left side of his face from the side of his eye, to the the middle of his cheek.  He was not as some would say handsome in the "classical sense" but he had a rugged look that some women liked.  He was loyal as loyal could get, and sometimes that was a weakness, but it was also something Voltigar could always depend upon.

"Hail Damien." Voltigar said as he watched his friend cross the room.

Damien walked up to the King and bowed, "Hail your Majesty." Damien replied.

"Damien in court and in high functions you can and should call me "Your Majesty" but we are not in court nor at a high function, you can call me by my name.  Our families have known each other for generations and we played together as boys."

"Yes, your Majesty." Damien replied with a smile, "But protocall dictates that I call you, 'your Majesty' no matter what situation we maybe in."

Voltigar just shrugged. "As you wish, Commander."

A knock came at the door.  A guard opened it up, briefly spoke to the guard on the other side, closed the door and brisquely walked to where the King and Damien stood.  "Excuse me your Majesty, but the prisoner Kain is here along with Warden Tillath."

"Ah, so they have finally arrived." Voltigar said.  He looked at the Throne chair and decided that that would not do.  So he motioned for Damien to follow him and they and the guard walked to the door.  He whispered to Damien, "This is the man or elf that tells us he was chasing after that Darien character that almost done you in.  They say he is a powerful mage.  I have a plan for him, just follow along."

Damien looked at his King suspiciously, but nodded, "As you wish your Majesty."

Voltigar glared at Damien for a moment, settled himself and then had the guard open the door.  The guard took a deep breath, opened the door with a flourish.

Warden Tillath

Warden Tillath was standing next to Kain who still had the crossbow men at his back.  Tillath was not prepared to see the King and the Commander standing there when the doors were opened.  He was caught off guard, but quickly made a hasty bow, pulling upon Kain's clothes as he whispered, "Bow."  The bowmen however were so startled that twin bolts of steel almost went into both Tillath's and Kain's back, except that Seyella must have been smiling on them that morning, for the triggers on both of the crossbows, somehow jammed.  The guard at the door shouted a bit too loud, "His Majesty King Voltigar."

"Please rise, I am not sitting upon my throne.  I wanted to get a look at the man who was chasing after what I hear a most dangerous adversary."

Tillath rose and hoped Kain did the same.  The bowmen also recovered from their misshap and rose as well.  "Your Majesty, I present to you Kain."

Voltigar peered at Kain for just a moment, making up his mind quickly. "Warden, you and your men can leave now.  Thank you for your quick response.  I wish to speak to this man alone."

"But," Voltigar looked at Tillath with look that said no arguments. "Very well your Majesty. I leave him in your capable hands."  Tillath said, turned and began to walk away.

"Oh Warden, before you leave the Castle, could you please send me Rudolph, I have a job for him to do."

Tillath turned on his heel, faced Voltigar, bowed slightly, "Yes, your Majesty. I shall do it forthwith."  He then turned again upon his heel and marched away.

Voltigar turned to Damien who was silently staring at Kain, measuring the man who had been chasing his assassin, unbeknowst to him, though.  If it had not been for the unfortunate accidental shooting of himself by Takashi, who knows what might have happened that night in the upper room at Arth's. "Damien, do you perhaps think that Tillath is angry with me?"

Damien answered without taking his eyes off of Kain. "No your Majesty. He is just trying to do his job and one of them is to protect you from dangerous men."

Voltigar looked at Kain and then back to Damien. "Oh you mean like him, perhaps. I think that as time goes on my friend that this man will perhaps become one of our best assets and maybe even your friend, Commander Scar."

Damien gave his liege a look as if he doubted it.  The King just shrugged his shoulders.  He looked at Kain "I would like to talk to you for a moment, man to man. First of all, have you eaten? Would you care for a drink? Please come with us, and let us sit and talk."

Damien took the rear as the King led them to a large polished table and sat down motioning for Kain and Damien to sit as well.  Pages, young boys ran here and there setting the table with tankards of ale and goblets of wine as well as platters of meats, cheeses and bread.  "Sit. Sit down and enjoy yourself Master Kain. You too, Commander."

Damien paused then sat down on the Kings right hand, his eyes never leaving Kain.

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« Reply #10 on: February 15, 2006, 02:38:23 PM »

As the throne room doors begin to swing open, Kain runs a careful check over his mind. By the time a gaurd has begun to yell about some king or other, the elf has assured himself that he is prepared for an intence mental encounter. He was sure that he was about to be used, he had only to make certain that he would be used to his advantage. He quickly scanned the three most appearant men in the room. On was a gaurd, and a nervous one. The other was Damien Scar, fully recovered and dressed in dark attire. The last was obviously King Voltigar, Kain's stormy eyes stayed upon the aged human, as if to drink him in. There is a pull on his ratty shirt, which he summarily ignores. He remains standing, and stares at this man, who carries such wanton power.

After a moment of formalities, his gaurd's are excused. Kain decideds that this man is far to proud for his own good. At this point, Kain felt fairly certain that he could kill Damein, Voltigar, and the gaurd, with maybe two quick spells. While this thought passed, the mage found himself being offered food and drink. "I would like to talk to you for a moment, man to man. First of all, have you eaten? Would you care for a drink? Please come with us, and let us sit and talk." Man to man? Strange words for a king.


Kain follows the others to a large table, which is quickly leaden with offerings of a base appeal by scurrying infants. He carefully sits, and begins the coversation. I have quenched by base lusts with enough of your meal, King Voltigar. I indeed would appreciate, instead,  a simple discourse onto the roles with which you are planning to use my abilities. Also, I request with the greatest humility that can be bared from such a proud soul as mine, for the safe return of the "evidence" that was withdrawn from my possession as I was aprehended. I believe that my magical paraphenalia would be usefull for the task you have set on my road. Kain himself finds it easy to ignore Darien's consistant staring. The man was a gnat in a spiders game.

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« Reply #11 on: February 16, 2006, 01:35:23 AM »

OOC Kain, it is Damien not Darien.  And you need to watch your spelling a bit better, Ok?

"When you speak to his Majesty, speak with a civil tongue or else I will cut it out for you." Damien said softly, but with steel behind his voice. "Your Majesty, this man has nothing to offer, give him his things and let him be on his way.  He is an arrogant fool who just does not have enough sense to..."

Voltigar who had thought to try and make this man comfortable, who had even considered to apologize for his incarceration and offer him a job and high position in his kingdom, was first taken back by the man's attitude, then by his apparent knowledge. How did this man know that I was going to ask him to used? "Enough, Commander. I shall determine who will go and not go. I will determine who is a fool around here."

Damien had never been talked to by his liege, much less by his friend, it took all of his will power to sit there, quietly, but his eyes narrowed as he glared into his wine goblet.

Voltigar, still leaning back in his chair peered at Kain. "You turn down my hospitality. You ask, but your voice demands that I tell you not only why I have sent for you, but that your things be returned as well.  You state that you have a proud soul; that is good, as long as you realize that pride can be a weakness.  You see I too have pride and so does my friend here. It can be both a boon and disaster, if not controlled."

"I sent you here to ask you some questions and yes to offer you a position for which your unique abilities I believe will be a valuable asset to Voldar, its people and of course me; but mostly for Voldar and its people.  You see I believe in people, in my subjects. I believe if I respect them, then they will in turn respect me.  I also believe that in my commanders as well.  Sometimes as all those in leadership must do, they must remind those under them who is in command." Voltigar said that for Damien's benifit as well as Kain's information.

He continued speaking, "I am almost inclined to follow my Commander's advice and let you go. But I will tell you what I have in mind for you and then let you make your choice; that way there can be no blame assessed, to either you nor I."

Voltigar walked over to the far right wall upon which hung a map of Caelereth and its lands.  He pulled out a small knife and pointed to a dot upon the map.  "These are the lands of Caelereth, this dot represents my Kingdom, its people and lands; compared to the world, my Kingdom is very small."  He turned and looked at Kain.  My people and most humans, do not understand magic.  The kind that you and others possess, either by training, or by birth.  I have plans for my small part of the world, and one of those plans is make Voldar more cosmopolitan than most cities, especially here in the north.  One way is to allow all different type of races, such as our friend Grunok, who is an orc, to become part of our thriving community and even more."

He walked back to the table, sat down and took a drink. "Another way is to help my people understand the way of magic and magicians.  The only way I can think of that would benifit them and you; would be to offer you a command of mages.  From time to time, mages come into our city. I would like for you to evaluate them, see if they first are willing to join your command and then train them as a unit.  I understand most mages, live alone, like to work alone, etc etc.  But I want mages that can not only use their powers for good, but use them as a unit, under one command; yours."

Voltigar paused once again as he peered at Kain, guaging what the man's reaction was, but it seemed as if he was looking at stone.  When he looked over at Damien, Damien was no longer staring into his wine cup, but was frowning and looking at him as if he had lost his mind.  Voltigar ignored it and decided that once he talked to Damien, then things would be much clearer, he hoped.  He then turned his eyes back to Kain. "Another reason I want mages in my army, is that I am not as ignorant as you think I am. I need to be able to combat an army who decides to try and hurt my people, its lands or even me personally, by using mages and magic by those who know it best and can counter it with their own.  Another cosmopolitan idea, which I know will be a hard pill to swallow by some, if not by most of my people.  For you see, magic, true magic and those who wield it, are feared by my people.  That is probably the main reason why you were apprehended."

Voltigar paused again as if wondering if he should ask this question or not. "I am curious though, if you are as powerful as you think you are, then why did you allow yourself to be taken at all?  Anyway that is between you and your conscience. I would like for you to consider my proposal. Did I forget that if you do take me up on the offer, that a significant amount of money will be yours for your pay and for your budget to train and pay those whom you recruit for your command?"

He motioned for a guard to come over, the guard came quickly. "Go to the dungeon and tell the Warden that the King asks for Kain's belongings; and be quick about it."

"Yes, your Majesty." The guard replied and took off running.

"While we wait for your things to arrive, you can think about my proposal and when they do arrive you can give me your answer. If the answer is no, then I will give you my thanks and let you go on your way.  If however, the answer is yes, then I will still give you your things, but a command and a title fit for that command as well as a month's wages to start you off.  In the meantime, I have not eaten since last night, and I am starving."  He filled his plate and began to eat, completely ignoring both of the two men who sat at his table.

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« Reply #12 on: February 16, 2006, 11:44:23 AM »

I bespake only with the words of one who lusts not for the vices of gluttony. Kain mutters, even before Damien closes his lashing lips. He examines the king and his close confidant, as the warrior's expresion and demeanor so evidently shows. Damien obviously had not been informed as to what Voltigar was doing. There were bounderies being crossed here.

He also sees the glint of suprise in the king's eye. The man had not expected Kain to catch on so quickly to this plot. Why else would the man send for the mage, to personally visit him. There was no other explaination. A man does not live through the passage of two centuries without learning something about the nature of humans. They were a greedy lot.

You shall find that my pride is so bold as to bring me more than I can control. I am an old soul, you shall find, and have learned from my years. Kain responds to the kings warning. As if a man who had just killed the late king could lecture on pride and it's woes. The elf ponders which bloodlines would demand vengence as his spider-like fingers grasp the neck of a fine crystal glass. He stares into the weak reflections, which flicker and dance in the orange glow of the candle light.

As he studies the dead iris of his own eye, the king begins to say something relevent. Kain takes a small sip of the wine, which had a sweet flavor, and listens attentively. As the king speaks of how small his rule is, Kain wonder's just how large the man would have it be. He was starting to doubt the man's sanity when he began to ramble about his people, and how orcs should be greeted as part of the city, but the king found it prudent to cut to the chase. The command of a division of mages sounded interesting. They could set up a small tower in the palace. He could take back what Ximax had stolen. He would soon be far more powerful than any of those fools!

He grinned softly and looked back upon Voltigar. The king began to speak of what Kain saw as his real purpose. He would be use to make this metropolis, this wonderful future that Voltigar was feeding himself, more than a speck on the map. Kain had no problem with that, he would need to test out new spells and experiment on something. What better then the armies of this man's foes? As the mage begins to formulate his responce, Voltigar speaks again.

"I am curious though, if you are as powerful as you think you are, then why did you allow yourself to be taken at all? Anyway that is between you and your conscience. I would like for you to consider my proposal. Did I forget that if you do take me up on the offer, that a significant amount of money will be yours for your pay and for your budget to train and pay those whom you recruit for your command?"

He gives himself a moment to remember the night that he had been apprehended. The first thing that comes to mind was how soft his bed was. I had wasted much of my power attacking a dangerous man. You may know of him as The Preditor, his name is Darien Gulath. I had struck him twice, yet he fled into the night. Tired, and worn, I entered a local tavern and purchused a room for the night. Apperently the commotion of my assault on the human had alerted your gaurd. They had me surrouned with steel by the time I awoke. I am not invicible, simply deadly. A deadly force that agrees to your generous offer. I shall begin immediatly after you have returned to me what I require to most effeciently carry out your wishes. As he finishes speaking, the king begins to devour his dinner. Kain simply shifts his attention to Damien. Flighty your wishes and dreams seem to be, my friend. I am glad to see that you recovered from your wounds. Ava's twisted grace has certainly befallen your flesh.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

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« Reply #13 on: February 17, 2006, 01:12:23 AM »

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Damien turned his head slightly and tried to see Kain in a different light; Friend? He called me friend. He does not even know me and I know he feels my animosity toward him; yet he calls me friend and even says he is glad I have recovered from my wounds.  Have I misjudged him?  Or is he just trying to put up a good impression for Voltigar? Or is there something else...  Damien decided to be cautious, but give the man the benifit of the doubt.  "Perhaps Kain we have gotten off on the wrong foot. It is a human saying meaning that I may have misjudged you and I am willing to start anew, that is if you are?" Damien asked looking straight into Kain's eyes; eyes which seemed to try and emanate some warmth to them, but somehow could not do so.

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Voltigar smiled."It is good that you two make up your differences. Now as far as this Darien character, the one you call the predator, I believe," Voltigar took a sip of his wine, "no I had not heard of him until I was told about him by Thai, he is the bartender at Arth's where my friend here was attacked and I gather is where you attacked him, or found him;whatever the case may have been.  It is of course no consequence right now as the man seems to have fled the city.  I am pleased that you have decided to accept my offer. However, I must remind you that though you will be given command of your own unit, you are under Commander Scar's command and he of course is under mine.  I hope you two will find a way to get along.

"I am sure we will, your Majesty." Damien replied and nodded his head toward Kain.

" Good!  I have already sent a message to the 'Criers' that on the morrow there is going to be a grand celebration: first to celebrate the begining of the new month and my astrologers say that it will be a nice day, so I plan on giving my people something to cheer about; a jousting tournament and other games of strength and skill always seems to be a nice distraction.  Also during that time I plan on Knighting Grunok and I have someother surprises up my sleeve, which may include introducing you to my people so that they can get used to you," he briefly nodded at Kain, "Then in the evening will be a Royal ball, all of Voldar will be there, if they choose to come and most do come if not for the food and drink, at least to see and mingle with the Nobility."

"Sire, do you think that wise?  You will be exposed. Out in the open. There may be some who were sympathizers with Cedric and wish you harm?" Damien said genuinely.

Voltagar laughed. "Commander, what do I have to fear? I have the best axe man as me best friend and Commander and now I have a most powerful mage at my side as well."

They were interrupted when the door opened and a guard came in carrying Kain's belongings; his clothes, cape and weapon.  Damien saw the weapon and was thinking about asking to see it when the King asked first. "Master Kain, that is a most unusual weapon. What is it called and may I touch it." He asked.  

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« Reply #14 on: February 17, 2006, 08:21:23 AM »

The commander's apology came as a slight suprise to Kain, he had found the Damien too proud to make such a humble offering of guilt. Kain had simply used the word "Friend" as to mean person. He felt no kinship to Scar, but felt no need to tell the commander this. There has never been animosity betwixt our pride. I have suffered worse insult than the doubt of a friend and servant. The mage takes annother small sip of his sweet wine, and wonders if he could have a case delivered to wherever his quarters might be. This made him think of other details, such as who his commanding officer might be. The question was answered quickly, and Kain was glad that he had not bismirched the weak ties of kin that had slipped into the commander's mind. I foresee no problems with the chain of command. You're wishes shall be made to reality with the swift cut of the winter's cold. He gives his confidence in a soft voice, as the wind under a sparrows wings.

He was unimpressed by the talk of celebration and dance. He would probably be asked to give a demonstration of his powers, which he had no worries of. If they wanted to see lightning, they would see lightning. He would brew them a storm worth remembering. Not because he saught to impress feeble peasentry. He had a higher purpose in mind. What mage could resist the learning and power of his skill. His command would come to him in flocks. The thought brings a small smile to his lips.

A smile which widens when Damien vioces his fears of assassination. He was sure he could kill three men before they could get their blades from their sheaths. Anybody remainders would flee in fear. His clouded eyes almost twinkled with the delight of the thought.

"Master Kain, that is a most unusual weapon. What is it called and may I touch it."

The ancients called this sword the Midnight Blade. It is older than you and I by many many centuries. Perhaps older than your kingdom. I have dubbed it Moh'epher, a word from my tounge. You may touch it if you like, though I suggest against such action. The weapon is far more poweful than you can imagine, and it can taint the purest of souls. Kain's tone is as grim as the howling west wind. As he speaks, he takes his cloak and clothes into his arms. He quickly felt though some of the most important pockets and reassured himself that all of his things were there.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

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You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect
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